There was so much I could have done with this song, but with all of the scary things happening in the world, I had to tone it down a little and keep it very vague. With that, I hope everyone that reads this is alright (especially after the tornadoes ripping through the southern US right now).
Search out the cure of mankind.
"The subways are closed," Kurt said, barging into the loft. He had left a few minutes prior, but had found a police officer barricading off the entrance to the subway, so he had no way to get to work.
"That's impossible," Blaine said, walking out into the living room with his tooth brush in his mouth and a mouthful of toothpaste. He spat in the kitchen sink.
Kurt rolled is eyes. "Don't spit in the kitchen sink," Kurt said.
"Kurt, I think if the subways are closed, there's a more pressing issue than my toothpaste in the sink," Blaine said. They sat on the couch and turned on the TV.
There was a news bulletin scrolling across the screen and a very troubled looking reporter talking. "There was a serious incident last night where several people were killed. The subways are closed to keep the suspect from roaming the city too quickly. Taxi and bus drivers have been given photographs of the suspect and have been told to call NYPD if he tries to get a ride. Stay with our station for more information." The television cut to a commercial about some kind of weight-loss pills.
"Wow," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed and shifted uncomfortably.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked.
"Not really," he replied.
Blaine put his arm around him. "It's okay. We can just stay here hang out today," Blaine said. He got up and locked the door, just in case.
"I have work!" Kurt cried. As if right on cue, his phone rang. "It's Isabel," he said. He answered the call, sounding more and more relieved as it went on. "Isabel said to come into work when I can, and if I can't she won't penalize me for it, because she knows I usually take the subway.
Blaine's phone buzzed, getting a text message. "NYADA cancelled classes," Blaine said. They both looked at each other, clearly relieved. They sat and watched the news coverage. A few hours later, the suspect was caught and Kurt and Blaine went out for pizza, not necessarily to celebrate, but to stretch their legs and get some fresh air.